this does not bode well

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The dream: I'm sitting beside the Doctor, watching Rose play soccer (sorry, football) with a giant exercise ball, and I know the fate of the a world hinges on the game but somehow I just can't quite make myself believe it.

The analysis: er, yeah. Freud would probably have a field day with that, wouldn't he? But I don't care about that. What I want to know is, where's the narrative drive? Where's the conflict? Oh, okay, football inherently brings with it conflict and tension, but really, I suspect the use of the exercise ball would sap a lot of that away.

Is my brain so broken that the best it can do, when given unfettered imagination, is to dream of sitting still for a bit?

(I need to get out more.)

I blame it on the joys of apartment-hunting via the internet.

6 thoughts on “this does not bode well

  1. All I ask of my dreams is that I have the ability to fly. I don't think that's much to ask. And really, if the Doctor is going to feature, then why was there no TARDIS action?

  2. Yes, this is a good point. What was my subconscious thinking, musing on that bloody exercise ball when there could have been snogging?

    I can fall pretty well. But I always hit the ground, not miss it. I am not ninja.

  3. LOL – there are some phrases that will stick with you forever. Sounds like narrative drive might be one of those for you. Mine include twitching whenever I read the word "that" (no matter how valid it's use)…

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